I had thought about getting it done for a long time. I was nervous, but I knew that if I told anyone, they'd easily talk me out of it. So I decided I was going to do it for me, because I wanted it.
I'm a fairly average girl. I'm about five foot seven, boobs approximately a C cup, slim but at least I have hips. Long dark wavy hair, brown eyes. Nothing special. So doing this was a big step for me.
I called the place the day before to make my appointment. I was going to have the studio's leading lady, Diana, do it. They told me that she was one of the best. Three o'clock.
I was counting down the hours.
Three o'clock came around, and before I knew it, I was sitting in the studio. This was it; I was going to get pierced!
I looked around; the walls were covered in pictures of people with lips, noses, ears, belly buttons and all manner of other places pierced.
But mine was a little more explicit. I had researched it, thought about and decided that I wanted my clit hood pierced. It was going to sit right on my clit, and – fingers crossed – was going to feel so good. I wasn't in a relationship, but I knew how to have a good time by myself.
I sat on the plastic waiting chairs, excited to meet Diana. Now that the time was actually here, I definitely didn't want to back out. This was a risk I was glad to be taking.
I looked up to see a tall man walking towards me. He was gorgeous. He had a shaved head, tattoos covering his arms and chest (I could see them poking out from under his sleeveless shirt), and he had piercings round his ears. He was the sort of guy I am attracted to, but knowing my luck, he was in a relationship with a far more adventurous girl than me.
I expected him to walk straight past me, so when he stopped right in my eye line, I was a little taken aback.
"Hi, are you Jodi?" His voice was deep and very sexy.
"Erm yeah."
"You're here to get your clit hood pierced, right?" I nodded, surely blushing slightly. He must have seen it; it felt like my face was on fire!
"Diana's out sick today, so she can't do the piercing."
"Oh," I stood up to leave.
"But, if you're okay with it, I'm offering to do it in her place. We have to give you the option, some women feel a bit uncomfortable with a man doing it. So..."
"Yeah!" Too enthusiastic, I thought. "That would be fine."
He asked me to follow him. Crude as the thought may be, I was excited to have this man between my legs, regardless of his true intentions of being there.
He took me into a private room with a leather reclining seat dead in the centre, facing away from the door.
"If you could take of your trousers and underwear, and lay on the chair. Just make yourself comfortable." He turned away to get the equipment he needed whilst I undressed. He asked me to bend my knees, and spread them apart after placing a paper towel across my abdomen.
"Strictly speaking, women are supposed to pierce this area, but I wanted to know everything about piercings. We think it's only fair to give clients a choice if Diana isn't available." He spoke as though trying to reassure me, not that I needed it. I knew I was doing the right thing.
He asked me to take a deep breath, and let it out when he said so. As I exhaled, and began my normal breathing routine again, he moved away and told me it was all over. All I felt was a tiny prickle, and I didn't even think that was anything more than getting the equipment in the right place. It hurt more to get my ears pierced!
He passed me a mirror, and said he'd step outside for five minutes to let me have a look and reassemble myself.
When he came back in the room, he asked what I thought.
"I love it!" I gushed. "Thank you"
I followed him out of the room, towards the front desk. I paid my money, and he told me to come back for a check up in six weeks.
"Ask for Drake. I'll want to know what you think of it in six weeks time."
Six weeks came around so soon. But I was excited about seeing Drake. Even if there was a strong possibility that he was taken.
After the initial soreness was gone, I had the best time with the piercing. Just touching it in the right way sent shivers up my body.
I was back at the piercing studio, sitting in the same waiting room chair as I had six weeks previously. I saw Drake exiting the back room, finish up with a client at the front desk, the walk with them to the front door. He turned to look at me as he switched the sign to 'closed'.
